Monday, October 23, 2006

I was just saying that if we were teens together, I would have deflowered him...and I meant it. This is too cute and exactly my type as a teenage girl. Now the pic with the glasses? Maybe not so much, but he wouldn't have needed them for what we would have been doing anyway...

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WFW was born on a Friday the 13th in a blizzard. Her first word was "Went." She grew up on the mean streets of Wentville Millertown where it's all Wentworth all the time, no exceptions. If she wasn't blogging she'd probably be in porn, or maybe stripping. She has a pole in her basement that she uses when her gentlemen callers visit. They put monopoly money in her g-string. She dances to the smooth sounds of The Princeton Tigertones which they find odd but she doesn't care. Her bedroom is covered with pictures of Wentworth; Her windows are not visible. Her autographed picture from Wentworth is surrounded by candles and they have a conversation every night before she goes to bed. When she wakes up she says "Good Morning Wentworth." Some have labeled her "touched." She thinks they mean that she touches herself when she thinks of Went and carries on happily with her Went-obsessed existence. Went Went Went Went Went.

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If I actually knew Wentworth Miller, I would be somewhere licking every inch of him right now. Since I don't, I'll just say that this blog is for entertainment purposes only. All pictures and news stories belong to their copyright holders and are borrowed, paraphrased, or in some cases embellished for my own amusement (and hopefully yours). Please don't sue me. Thank You.

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